The fire excites gypsy dancing.

Sparks mingle angrily into the cool

breezes of a blackened night.

The air becomes possessed with groans

and fevered mutterings. The sounds

crawl to the ground like a snake

fleeing without a fight.


Music fuels the spirit unleashed.  Shoes

pound the dirt.  Dust clings to everything.

Hands clap a riotous beat.  Eyes roam like

lions on the prey.


Dawn moves the caravan, sending the

sorrow souls onto the road.  Suspicion

roughens the shoulders they carry.

Quickly, the unknown of them finds a

crease in the shadows, leaving behind

another smoldering campfire.


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